So, let me get this straight, you Leftist scum—
You didn’t get your way to run the show—
Didn’t get to judge the Justice Prize. Dumb-
Ass; you aren’t qualified, and you must know
no matter what, we’re on to you. But lest
some have no clue, you can’t disparage men
and get away with it, no, you have messed
with people you don’t know. And you have been
Identified, picked from the Commie Line.
You and your friends should let it end and leave
these folks alone. Get sober, here’s your sign,
you has beens, never weres. Give up your peeve.
And Alex, you should be ashamed to let
these morons vent—your site’s a toilet.

Charles (Charlie) Southerland lives on his farm in North-Central Arkansas where he bales hay, mills lumber, hunts and fishes. When he has time, he writes poetry on just about every subject. He is published in Trinacria, The Rotary Dial, First Things, The Road Not Taken and other journals. He has been nominated for a 2016 Pushcart Prize and is a finalist in the 2015 Howard Nemerov Sonnet Contest. He likes to write sonnets, villanelles and sapphics.